Fifth Story

They dated three years before they got married

Lived next door to my homeboy Merry

Right in south shore where the bodies get buried

Her family Jamaican she nice with the curry

Like Steph she step back and splash spices

Kit Kats and cakes was her vices

Vanilla icing with the strawberry

She was lactose so she rarely ate dairy

Her husband named Terry knew where to get the good cake

Vegan black-owned for the hood's sake

Today was one of them days she couldn't wait

And she got off work a lil' late

Shortcake after a long day the smell of perfume in the hallway

Terry open the door like what up bae

Ni**a actin' like it's just another day

She dropped her bags quickly kissed him

She was on a mission went straight to the kitchen

Looked at the cake and noticed it was different

Thinkin' to herself why this ni**a get this one

Opened the box there was two pieces missin'

Is it just suspicion or a woman's intuition

Terry moved positions to give her a hug

Right then she noticed lipstick on the mug

D**n this muhf**k

Supposed to be the ni**a that loved ya

If he did this that's f**ked up

You know we gon' lie like russia

Now I gotta spy asked a few things and he did reply

Tryna see truth looking' deep in his eye

I'ma need proof or he gon' deny

Pissed thinkin' about a b**ch feedin' this guy

It's crazy I was thinkin' you were my baby

Wasn't looking both ways you played me

Now you running away from blaming so crazy

You gon' make me wanna go and get real again

You gon' make me have to go and get real again

You were driving me crazy and now I'm feelin' it

So don't speak I don't wanna hear your synonyms

She like d**n d**n like Kendrick from Compton

Wonderin' if her man on some tristan thompson

Is it reality or in her conscious

That's wild if they did it in they apartment

The nerve of this ni**a

She gon' have to swerve on this ni**a

Put the clothes on the curb of this ni**a

He even changed the shirt 'cause this ni**a

Must be into something

Whole house clean could tell he was frontin'

She went to the back the trash he had dumped 'em

The bedroom the bathroom trash he had dumped 'em

Usually 'round the crib he don't ever do nothing

Huntin' and sniffin' around for what's relevant

Might get to sniffin' his nuts like a elephant

Some ni**as is anti-intelligent

That bullsh*t he kept on selling it

Like a traphouse

His story was the neighbor got locked out and had to come over

Birth of a salesman he almost sold her

'Til she saw strands of blue hair on the shoulder

Sittin' cussin' on the couch at her spot

Saw love and hip hop was recently watched

Something that he wouldn't watch

She thinkin' terry you shoulda kept ya d*ck in a box

D**n this muhf**k

Supposed to be the ni**a that loved ya

If he did this that's f**ked up

You know we gon' lie like russia

Now I gotta spy asked a few things and he did reply

Tryna see truth looking deep in his eye

I'ma need proof or he gon' deny

Pissed thinkin' about a b**ch feedin' this guy

It's crazy I was thinkin' you were my baby

Wasn't looking both ways you played me

Now you running away from blamin' so crazy

You gon' make me wanna go and get real again

You gon' make me have to go and get real again

You were driving me crazy and now I'm feelin' it

So don't speak I don't wanna hear your synonyms

When she stressed out she start eatin'

Went to the kitchen for that cake she was tweakin'

He gave reasons now she believin'

He care too much to be out here cheatin'

Like she freezin' his arms wrapped around her

From wild wild to a calm that's around her

Terry thinkin' he gon' put her on that counter

She like quiet he gon' make her get louder

She found a knife for the cake to start cuttin'

Terry said stop all of a sudden

Baby I must've been on one

This got dairy in it I got the wrong one

The phone rung it was the bakery he got the cake from

To make her feel good he put it on speaker

So she wouldn't be insecure like issa

The clerk said Mr. Terry yo you left your VISA

And it was really real good to meet your wife

Her blue hair was fresh her perfume was nice

Things got i** i**

He about to feel that spice spice

She remember goin' up flights smellin' perfume

And seein' blue hair in the bathroom

As Terry mumbled telling his story

She pushed him out the window of the fifth story